Tina, my strikingly beautiful raven haired wife of four years, came home one evening with an equally stunning blonde of around the same mid-twenties age.
"Ray - meet Karen, Karen - meet Ray."
As introductions go it was a bit concise even for Tina, who never used two words where one would do. But I'd heard of Karen before, so I was able to relate the name to an oft spoken of roommate from Tina's college days, but I hadn't expected such a beauty. Tina had led me to imagine a dumpy, spike haired, spotty faced punk, not the glamorous Hollywood star look-alike that stood before me in an immaculate white trouser suit. The only thing that seemed to fit Tina's description was the short blonde hair, and even that was more page boy than punk.
"Hello Ray." She said, walking forward to air-kiss each of my cheeks with an audible 'mwah'.
"I've been longing to meet the man who snared Tina and I've heard such a lot about you."
"All bad, I hope."
The ancient joke seemed to fit Karen's empty words. She might look fabulous, but my first impressions were not good. I hate air kisses with a passion.
"I've invited Karen to stay over tonight, she's missed her flight. You don't mind, do you?"
I could hardly veto such a fait accompli, could I?
"No, that's fine."
Tina works in the airport 'duty-free shop, so at least I knew now where she had found our guest.
"I'm due to fly out to Berlin to attend a lesbian rights conference, but I was delayed in traffic and the next available seat isn't until tomorrow."
That killed any vaguely erotic thoughts that I might have harboured.
Karen smiled.
"You didn't know, did you?" She asked, spotting my surprise. "Tina never mentioned that I'm bisexual, did she?"
"No, she didn't, not that it matters."
"That's probably because I kept hitting on her, but always without success. Now I'm jealous of the man who managed to get her into bed."
"Karen!" Tina was actually blushing, a rare event at any time.
I found myself suddenly warming to this straightforward woman. I was also beginning to dimly understand Tina's painting of her as a 'plain Jane', an understanding that became a whole lot clearer later in the evening and after a couple of bottles of wine.
"You know a little while ago when you told Ray you tried to get into my knickers?" Tina asked Karen after the second bottle.
"Yes, sorry about that, I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"No, that's not it." Tina waved a dismissive hand. "I wonder if you know how close you came to succeeding."
There was complete silence for several seconds before Karen spoke.
"Did I?" She asked, astounded by the sudden revelation.
"Oh, yes." Tina told her. "I very nearly said yes a few times. I really wanted to try it, but I just didn't have the nerve."
"Why are you telling me this now?" Karen asked. "Why not then, even if you didn't let me it would have been nice to know you wanted to."
"Because it might have encouraged you, and now I'm married so I have to say no. But I just wanted you to know that I did fancy you."
"Did?"
"Still do." Tina looked over at me. "Sorry darling, I hope you're not jealous, nothing ever happened."
"No, I'm not jealous." I told her, adding a little sarcastically. "But if you want me to sleep in the spare room tonight, I can do."
There was another long silence and, to my horror, I realised that Tina was actually taking me seriously and considering it. Alcohol had dimmed her perception and loosened her inhibitions. It had also made me wonder 'what if?'
It was as if we all abruptly realised that we had so nearly stepped over that invisible line between fantasy and reality, and the conversation was hastily brought back into line, with nothing more said until we were all ready to say goodnight. By then we had consumed even more wine and we had all reached that wonderful uninhibited stage just before drunkenness prevents genuine enjoyment. Now that invisible line was not so distinct.
"Would you mind if I let Karen give me a goodnight kiss?" Tina asked me as we all rose to go upstairs. She was still thinking of her earlier admission.
"Not if she gives me one too." I told her.
In my fuddle headed way I was trying to let her find out how it felt to contemplate someone else kissing your partner, but all I did was open the way to greater sins.
The two women went a little cautiously into each others arms. There was a moment when they looked into each others eyes, trying, I suppose, to be sure of each others willingness, but then their lips parted and their mouths met, and my cock instantly began to unfurl.